On the car ride back home, I think about the strange behavior of Jason. His sudden interest in me, to the extent that he wanted a date.
Most guys I sleep with show their true intentions about wanting to sleep with me again, but I never give them the chance.
I look down at the card in my lap, the bold numbers staring back at me almost mockingly.
I laugh, “F****** weird!” I exclaimed, but I threw the card into my bag nonetheless.
When I get to the door to my apartment, I suddenly remember I haven't seen my phone since last night.
“s**t” I curse loudly, dropping my bag down on the floor.
I start rummaging through it, “Where is it?” I scream as I pour out the contents of the bag, but my phone is still missing.
I start looking around the room that I had just come into, but of course it
